Suzanne Conboy-Hill is a past psychologist; Lascaux Short Fiction, Flash Fiction Chronicles, Mash Stories, and Pen2Paper Finalist; and Best of the Net nominee. Her stories — some SF, some speculative, and some based in grim realism — have been published by Zouch Magazine, Grievous Angel, Full of Crow, Fine Linen, and the Lascaux 2014 anthology amongst others. She lives in the UK with the obligatory cohort of cats. This is her website: http://www.conboy-hill.co.uk/.
“Come on, prezzie time.” Stella’s mother slapped a hat on Stella’s head and held out a tube of sunblock, “You’ll need it to go outside.” “I won’t because I’m not going outside.” “Please, just stop grumping, see if you can’t… Continue Reading
Retrieval: Time = 00.00 Just checked out a doozer of an AI unit the Scavenger crew brought in. Yeah? Specs? Carbon-based so obviously non-sentient, high-end multi-receptor architecture, a CPU that monitors damage and — interesting — limited self-repair capacity. Candidate… Continue Reading
“‘Pretty as a picture, no need for brains!’ Daddy always said.” Dora preens at her reflection in the bistro’s art deco mirror, “Well, now I look pretty smart too, don’t I?” Her own joke slides by unnoticed. “Yes, you do.”… Continue Reading
“Now you’ll stay in at night,” Joe told Houdini, the big, orange, cantankerous-looking tabby he was trying to stuff into a carrier. Not flippin’ likely, said Houdini, although of course he didn’t because he was a cat. Instead, he arched… Continue Reading
The cab jockey gives me a look from the screen. “Sorry, pal” he says, but he doesn’t look sorry. Halfway between sod-all interest and vindictive amusement, more like. “Cab’s detected puke,” he goes on, while I gurn pained injustice. It… Continue Reading
Josie looked down at her toes and wriggled them against the cold of the pavement. Should have worn shoes, she thought. Shoes would have been smart. She tugged at her brown cardigan, pulling the open edges closer together across her… Continue Reading